What Comes Out

I don't want to be a female Casanova
Sitting underneath a bridge
with a heart so heavy it could sink
a ship
I don't want to be no quintessential
young adult with praise spewing
out her pocket
and her eyes glued to a watch

and i don't want to be that young lady
that sits and watches the world pass her by
while all the others are busy dreaming
shes knee deep in the sands of time

but i tell you what i want
so you better listen up

I want you to be the boy that holds
my hand walking down the street
a few months down the road
and i want you to be the guy
that lifts me off my feet
when my shoes get old
and i want you to be the man you've always been
even if distance sinks us in
and since that is all i want
i want it all

i don't want you to send me flowers
for a hundred miles away
and i don't want you to want me to go
when i really meant to stay
and i don't want to dwell on this another day
but i tell you what i want
so you better listen up

i want you to be that boy that needs me to
go to sleep
when you get midnight munchies
you wish you had a cooked meal by me to eat
and i want you to be the guy that smiles on the inside
of the man that you become
and when i go
i want to stay the only one